Halloween
By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcn.com>
(c) Copyright 2002, Katie McN
"I can't believe you're going to wear that costume,
Mallory."
It was time for our annual Halloween party and I couldn't
wait. We took turns buying the costumes and that year it
was up to Mallory to decide what we were going to wear.
She wouldn't tell me a thing and part of the game is for me
to beg and plead for just one little clue. All week long
I'd promised her interesting sexual favors and anything
else I could think of, but of course she never said a word.
Well almost nothing. There was one clue, and when she had
me so frustrated I'd fall for anything, she got very solemn
and said she'd give me a hint.
"Okay, Mary Kay, I'll give you one and only one clue."
"Thank you, thank you, Mallory. What is it?" I was so
excited. She was going to relent and now I'd find out what
I'd wear on Halloween.
"It doesn't have an 'X' in it."
Of course not. Hardly any word in the English language has
an 'X' in it and I pretended outrage as she laughed her ass
off. Wait till next year.
---
Picture this.
A beautiful nun dressed head to foot in black stood before
me like a sainted vision. I could just barely see her
angelic face peeking out from the very modest uniform.
But, when she turned around, everything changed.
The costume was completely transparent from her neck all
the way down to the hem. The costume framed her creamy
white skin and slender body like a of decadence
against an inky sea of black material. She wasn't wearing
a bra and the loose uniform pretended it might just move in
some special way to show me both exquisite breasts. Her
garter belt and matching thong were sexy highlights on her
perfectly shaped ass. The black seamed and very
high heels shaped and formed her legs with a message that
suggested she might be available for a little excitement.
Mallory turned back and laughed when she saw the look on my
face. "I've had a fantasy about what the nuns wore under
their uniforms ever since I was in high school, baby, and
I've decided it must be something like this. Don't you
agree?"
"If the nuns looked as good under their uniforms as you do,
Mallory, I think I'd still be back in school. Uh, do you
happen to have a few minutes to spare, little girl?" She
laughed at me again and finally brought out The Package.
Now I'd find out what my costume was going to be.
When I saw what she picked out, I knew she made a fabulous
choice.
She handed me a pleated skirt in the same pattern worn at
the Catholic Girls' School I attended back in Del Rio,
Texas, years ago. It looked quite authentic, but so short
it barely covered my butt. The white silk blouse was loose
enough to guarantee my would bounce and jiggle with
every step I took and sheer enough to show the shape of my
breasts and their rosy highlights to anyone who wanted to
look. I was already imagining how the smooth texture of
the silk would caress my nipples and keep them at attention
for a whole evening of fun.
I don't know who she had embroider the school emblem on my
blouse, but it looked just like the one I wore in school
except for the part where my tit would be bouncing around
underneath it for all the world to see. Tennies and white
stay up rounded out the costume. How wonderfully
delicious. I'd be dressed up like a child molester's sex
fantasy and if I was lucky, maybe the cute little nun would
take advantage of me later.
"Do I have to wear this G string? I'm going to show my butt
to everyone whenever I take a step. I can't do it,
Mallory."
"Of course you can. It's the rules, baby, and next year
it's your turn to pick out the costumes, but for now, you
have to live with
it."
Part of the fun is pretending the costume is too risque. I
really wasn't a bit upset about letting the other women see
my bouncing around inside the school uniform blouse,
or how cute my butt looked peeking out from under the tiny
little pleated skirt. It was kind of sexy, but I had to
tell Mallory it was too hot to wear cause it was part of
our game. We both knew I'd wear the outfit, and love every
minute of it.
---
I watched as Mallory opened the front door and there was a
repeat of what happened several times before.
The women saw Mallory's costume and thought something like
"a little more conservative this year" until she turned
around. Next came a shriek followed by "I can't believe
it!" and then the guests walked behind her for awhile until
they were convinced it was true.
Cathy always brought her to our parties. She took a
lot of pictures of the nun costume and I was sure Mallory
would be featured in the party scrapbook. Cathy doesn't
miss much and seems to record every silly little thing on
film so we can see what fools we made of ourselves.
Everyone loves it, of course.
The most fabulous costume of all was the bridal gown Julie
wore. Markie was dressed up as the groom and the two women
made a spectacular entrance. They painted a of
something many couples truly want, but know they probably
will never have.
Black and orange crepe paper decorated every part of our
home. Witches, bats, ghosts, goblins, cauldrons and all
the scary things that say Halloween changed our Hillcrest
Estate into Frankenstein's castle for one wonderful night.
One wonderful night where 20 women also decorated the house
with a sense of fun and excitement. A sense of being free
and getting to do whatever they wanted for at least a few
hours.
And the costumes were wonderful.
Billie was a perfect stereotype. She looked so butch
wearing slicked back hair, black denims, motorcycle boots
and a black tee with a pack of cigs rolled up in one
sleeve. Rhonda was a dominatrix all leather and metal,
standing there in heels so high she would break her ankles
if she fell over. Her tiny o' nine tails hardly looked
ominous and only threatened to please every one standing
around her. Belly dancers, hookers, tarts, and everything
you would hope your friends would think to do and surprises
you'd never guess in a million years.
Sometimes people take advantage of a situation and do
things they'll be sorry for later.
I happened across the groom and a French maid in our spare
bedroom trying to discover all the secrets under
their Halloween costumes. I found out the groom was
wearing silk boxers, or at least she was for awhile. I
learned it took no effort at all to push down the top of a
French maid costume and when you did, her two seemed
to say it might be time for some kissing and loving. I
found out more than I wanted to know and eased the door
closed and hoped no one else would happen upon the two
lovers taking their chances and not caring who found out.
---
We always play games.
Spin the bottle is a favorite that usually gets everyone
warmed up. When it's just girls, you know there will be
showing off and taking chances.
The game that year soon evolved into who could do the most
dramatic and sexy kiss. Everyone got into it, and
sometimes a partner seemed a tiny bit upset until it was
her turn and then she went and outdid her special other to
the cheers and catcalls coming from the rest of us.
Bobbing for apples is fun, too. Particularly when the
has a butt as cute as what Suzi was sticking up in the air
that night. She tried to bite into one of the apples
floating in the wash tub without using her hands. She
couldn't get the hang of it and somehow managed to turn a
children's game into a Rated R wet tee contest.
We always play Tell Me a at the Halloween party.
Different tell designed to get the other
people going. Jeannie told one about boarding school
where she was very bad and had to go to the Head Mistress's
office. The Head Mistress gave her a choice. She could
take her punishment or be expelled and have to explain to
her what happened. Of course she took the
punishment.
Jeannie climbed up on top of a desk and stood at the rigid
position of attention. When a teacher mentioned an item of
clothing, she removed it slowly and provocatively while the
women sitting in the office looked on with great interest
and lust. It took forever for her to strip off, but
finally she was nude and wondered what would happen next.
We all knew.
All of us were getting horny just listening to the
and could imagine how wet it was between the legs of all
those teachers. Sure enough she had to go down on each one
while the other teachers fondled and probed her
body making it difficult for Jeannie to maintain
concentration.
But, the best of all was the one Marcy told. She
said Jeannie reminded her of something that happened when
she first started boarding school.
One night she was told to go to the dorm dayroom where the
rest of the were already gathered. They said it was
time for her dorm initiation and she better follow orders
or else she'd suffer the consequences.
An told Marcy to take off all her clothes and
let everyone see what she was really like. Marcy pretended
to be shy at first, but really liked the idea of exhibiting
herself in front of the other girls. When she removed her
blouse, the seemed surprised to find she wasn't
wearing a bra and made a big fuss about how cute her
were. She also took advantage of the situation and touched
and squeezed those firm round globes while Marcy stood
there not knowing what to do. She started to take her
pants off next, and knew she would be in for more of the
same when the found out she wasn't wearing any
panties. Sure enough, she was fondled and admired by a
couple of while the rest of them looked on and
laughed.
They made her spread her legs and masturbate. She couldn't
fake it either or else they'd make her do it again, but
this time she'd have to do it in the chapel. The whole
thing was such a turn on that Marcy came with one of the
most powerful orgasms she ever had. She tried not to
holler out and moan, but she couldn't help herself. The
other all got turned on watching her with a
vengeance.
Finally, all of them surrounded her and did everything they
could think of to turn her on. There were hands on her
tits and ass. Fingers in her and asshole. Lips on
her mouth and nipples. Everything touching everything
else. She never had a go down on her before and found
the experience new and different. Marcy liked it and
decided to remember the headed who knew how to
treat her so well.
We always award prizes and supposedly everyone gets a say
in who wins. I let everyone vote, but sometimes give a
prize to the person I want to see win even if she didn't
come out on top. A prize always goes to the person who
humiliated herself the most. The who won it that year
came as a with a Tootsie Roll floating around in her
water bowl. The bride won as the best costume which didn't
surprise anyone. I always cheat on the sexiest costume and
try to give the award to a who is shy and wearing a
real modest get up just because I want her to have to deal
with the prize. It was Little Bo who turned when
she opened the 12 inch dildo, and it got worse for her when
someone turned it on and Bo found herself holding something
that sounded like a vibrating cement mixer. Everyone
laughed as she stood there looking at the noisy thing, not
knowing what she should do next.
Every year at least one of the decides to do a
striptease after having a few too many. I couldn't believe
Mindy had the urge to see how it felt to have people watch
her take it all off. She's usually uptight and kind of a
wallflower type, but I guess everyone gets her fifteen
minutes.
No one noticed her until she had the top of her princess
costume pulled down showing off her strapless push up bra.
Then everyone noticed since the had some really nice
looking and her bra put them on display like two big
ole diamonds in a treasure trove.
She was a bit tipsy so the strip show was a combination of
trying to be sexy and trying to stand up.
She finally got the dress off and revealed the
fashioned petticoats she was wearing underneath. Drinking
and stripping off clothes can be a problem and sure enough
she was having a heck of a time getting those petticoats
off. I thought she might fall down at first, but she
finally managed somehow. The white garter belt, white
panties and white tried to say she was an
innocent, but whispered to me she could be real hot given
half a chance. She had a problem deciding what came off
next. She started on the bra and then changed her mind and
went for the panties. She finally took off the garter belt
instead and it wasn't easy for her to do because she got a
bit confused when she tried to undo the garters, but she
finally got the job done.
When her bra did come off, there was a loud round of
applause and catcalls from the rest of the girls. We could
see that Mindy was really turned on and quite pleased with
herself. I guess the couldn't wait to know how it
felt to be nude in front of a bunch of people and she
quickly stripped off her tiny white much to the
delight of everyone in the room. She looked real cute and
kind of sexy standing there in her heels, and
princess crown. I could tell that a lot of the women were
thinking how interesting it might be to entertain royalty.
Now some of the like to play tricks. A was
there to take each item as Mindy removed her clothes one
piece at a time. It got passed to another and then
the next one and eventually disappeared into some hiding
place. No one was going to tell Mindy where her clothes
ended up and she spent the rest of the night wearing
nothing but her and heels trying to find her
stuff. Some of the made sure she stayed high while
they plied her with rude commentary and a little good
natured molestation.
I remember when Ricki passed out. I think she must of
been drinking and doing pills at the same time. Never a
good combination and it sure put her under. A couple of
the other took off her clothes and kind of spread her
out on the couch for all to see. It was fun watching the
reaction of someone who happened by and noticed her for the
first time. There was a little shock at first, then some
laughter and never a thought to cover her up.
Cathy took a lot more pictures for the scrap book and I bet
Mindy and Ricki were pretty surprised the first time they
looked at it.
---
We heard a scream.
When we got to the spare bedroom we found the bride passed
out on the bed. Her face had lost its color and her
beautiful dress was covered in vomit. We were lucky Vera
was there. Everyone thought Julie just drank too much, but
Vera knew the symptoms and told us she probably overdosed
on some downers. She asked someone to call 911 and then
got back to treating Julie. Vera went from a in a
slutty debutante costume to efficient doctor in the blink
of an eye. She cleared Julie's mouth and took her vitals.
I would've had a real problem performing mouth to mouth on
Julie after what I saw, but Vera got on with it and it
didn't take long until she had the breathing almost
normally again.
The paramedics arrived and Vera briefed them on what she'd
done. The two put Julie on the gurney and rushed her
out to the ambulance. Vera and Markie rode with Julie and
I followed in my car as we made the 15 minute drive over to
the Val Verde Med Center Emergency Room.
Markie and I stayed in the emergency waiting area while the
rest of the folks rushed Julie into one of the empty rooms.
"Markie, did she catch you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you with the French Maid and kind of wonder if Julie
might have seen you, too."
"Shit, I thought she peeked in, but when she left without
saying anything, I figured she didn't mind all that much.
She's never had a problem with this before."
I hardly knew what to think when I heard that and decided
to sit down on the bench and wait. I finally realized my
short skirt and transparent blouse were causing a commotion
there in the waiting room and I figured I better maintain a
low profile.
Vera came out of Emergency with a smile on her face.
"She's going to be all right. I think she needs to stay in
the hospital tonight and maybe tomorrow. After that, she
can go home as long as she promises me she'll see a
therapist."
We talked some more about stomach pumping, medication,
mental illness and all the stuff doctors think about when
they face a problem like this. Markie and I kept quiet
about why Julie decided to make her statement. I hoped
Julie would really see a therapist this time, but somehow
knew she'd just keep on letting Markie abuse her until who
knows what might happen in the end.
---
Halloween was a lot different the next year. We had
another Halloween party, of course, but we didn't invite
Julie and Markie. Even so, a shadow was cast over the
holiday and things never were quite as happy again.
The End
PS: There is a of Mallory wearing her costume on
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